The Irish standard., 1887-10-08


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Has less rank in her heart and less grace in h
MEN, DAVIS.
I see, Kate, said Brian, leaning owe
his sisters chair, 'tIiaj you are proud
well, if That is pride, am proud.
And what do you think Of you
friends, the Miss Maloneys?'
That's just what made me thin
about it first. IT'S perfectly ridiculou
the way they talk. The last time the
called here they never spoke a "or
upon any subject but the Plunkets ai,t
the Masseys, and the Honorable Nh
Crashton.
Confess now, Kate, that you az
yexed because I did not go to the grea
ball. It is no tritiing disappointment
to miss the chance of seeing ones name
in the Fashionable Intelligence.
Brian Purcell. Esq, Coolbawn, anC
Miss Purcell" feel quite penitenJ 70,
having deprived You Of that honor
Kate
His sister looked up at him, and
there wasa world Of suppressed fun in
the glance. But after struggling for &
moment 70 look serious, she rested hel
head against Brian's arm, and laughed
heartily.
Positively, Kate, said he, you are
more iiI-nat'red than people give you
credit for
Indeed, no. said she, looking grave
They are good. atfectionate girls. and
really like them very much. But that
list of names in the Fashionable In
teiligencs' was so positively absurd. [
cannot help laughing when L think Of
it, Twas bad enough to bring such a
gathering together: but publishing ii in
the newspapers was really too bad
Let me seo,' said Brian, whether I
can repeat any of the conversation by
which YOU were so much edited the
other day. Margaret opened the pro-
ceedings by asking Frances, What eau
have become OF Godfrey Massey? I
have not seen a sight Of him for twelve
days TO which Frances replied. How
forgetful you are, Margaret. Don't
you remember George told us he diued
with the SixtYsixtb On Monday week,
and got cold, and has been confined to
his room ever since?' What a funny
mistake Margaret continues, that
was Of Isabel Massey, to mistake the
Major for Lieutenant Podgers III the
hall oh, yes exclaimed Frances
with a scream Of laughter; 1T WAS q
right good one. Aud the honorable MIR.
Crashton cut up rough about it, too,
and poor Isabel WAS dreadful sold
Am reporting correctly?'
Who could have tolu you?' Kate ask-
ed, looking greatly surprised. Those
are the very words.
"WeN, your friends called that day
at Bal]ytullagh, while was there, aud
I had the pleasure Of hearing it all be-
fore YOURSELF
Isn't it q pity, Brian?' said Kate,
with a look Of com passion SO intense
that her brother flung himself into his /
fathers arul- chair, and laughed out /
right.
'Tis q great shame for you, said she |
reproaclfuily; and if you knew them
as we'll as do, you wouldn't turn them
into ridicule in that way
We'll. now, which OF them would
you advise me to lay siege to? Their
father has given me- q hint that one OF
them is at nay service. and welcome
sOh, none Of them, Brian
Indeed! That's strange after your
professions of regard for them
'But it is not because I don't like
them, but
But WHAT?
She looked fixedly at him, and said:
some other time may tell you. but
NOT now
TO be serious, Kate, said he, Y
think your notions on the subject OF I
which you have been speaking, are. as t
a rule, correct. But there's no rule
without an exception Dawson and l {
are such good friends, [ see no harm in I
your meeting him. Besides, he's a $
good fellow, aud very different from the $
shoneens whom your fair friends hunt q
up so eagerly. And, by-the-by, you |
never objected to my having dozens Of
Our rural aristocrats to lunch so many 1
times
oh, when you hunt and shoot with t
them, it is only common hospitality to c
ask them in when they happen to be I
passing your door. But that's differ
ent thing altogether S
by Jove. Kate, you look deeply into i
things. But perhaps could guess who !
put these notions into your head X
No one, I only thought about it my {
SELF She blushed deeply, however, ,
and even seemed offended.
Don't be annoyed with me- said
Brian, taking her hand. You are a
good, sensible girl, Kate, and need J
NOT hesitate to tell Won T do not wonder